I can’t think of anything to write.
My daughter leaves for Ghana in 3 days—and works every day until then.
Two of our cars need to go to the shop for inspections and repairs.
My novel is sooooo close to being finished, but chunks of writing time elude me.
I need to call insurance companies with questions about my coverage/policies.
Most of my closets and cabinets are begging to be cleaned out and reorganized.
And I’m fighting either a cold or allergies.
The bank. The grocery store. Laundry.
Summer is supposed to be fun and relaxing. I’m supposed to have time to write, too. And that begins when?